Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Nico,
X-101,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.